Life Experience, Writing


It’s a while since you heard from me.

Things have changed. In fact, a lot has changed. I’ve changed.

For the better.

Last year was my favourite so far. It involved a tonne of holidays, fantastic friends, romance, personal achievements and more…

This year is off to a good start.

I’m writing more, doing more, seeing more, saying more, trying more, and caring less.

Caring less about what other people think, caring less about beauty standards, caring less about what’s expected of me as a graduate.

I’m flying.

And I’ll continue to fly through 2018, with myself and those close to me as my focus.

I want to blog more, but fiction writing is where my heart lies, so that’s what I’m doing. But I’m still here, don’t worry about me.

My blog is still live and I’m still taking care of it.

I’m happy.



I don’t have a New Year’s Resolution. It’s not that I don’t want one – well it is – it’s that I can’t think of one. I can’t think of one defining way of changing myself starting from the 1st of January. It’s too hard, too much effort. And I don’t have faith in myself to carry it out anyway. Oh the sadness. If I think of one I’ll let you know, but at the moment I’m quite content with how things are. Oh except for housing and money arrangements. Irrelevant. This year, I have just decided, will be significantly better than last year. Huzzah!

Happy New Year all the same 😉